My favourite going to the match with my Dad (which wasn’t a weekly thing as he was still playing local league) was an Easter Monday game v Jacks in the late 80s down the Vetch. He’d knew a few Swansea and Cardiff officials and we jumped into the car and met someone near their East Stand who give us entry into the North Bank. My father suggested I keep quiet but in all honesty although there was a fair bit of animosity it didn’t seem as bad as what it would become. The crowd was only about 6000 odd if I remember rightly.
Swansea won 2-0, my old man was engaged in yap with an older Swansea supporter talking Allchurch, John Charles etc whilst a couple of likely lads approached me asking where was I from. My father broke conversation and interrupted our wannabe defenders of the North Bank with “You two **** off or I’ll snap your legs.” He then went back to his conversation about Welsh football with his Jack friend who was moaning about the once a year warriors who only went to football for trouble.
It was one of the few times, I ever heard my father swear
Neither of us mentioned it on the way home either.